Drunken dinos

If you want to know what I can’t realise
it’s why people despise the lies that I tell them.
Searching for a truth that I cannot find.
Do you think I’m blind or kind to reality?

Come on get closer,
closer to me,
please close the door (and your mouth).
Drunken dinos in the afternoons of their life
– self denial
searching for a way to paradise
– a new revival

I’d be very pleased if you told me why
I may not deny – reply is my duty.
It’s hard to keep on moving with the reprimands
and huge demands that stands in front of me.

I hope that I can take you to the end of the line.
Replace your mind with wine – you’re mine in a moment
and you’ll not discover some things on the ride
my fragile inside – I hide it away.

Without

A strange perspective
viewing from beneath
lying in the dirt.

You left me when I was down on my knees
crying, begging for help.
Times like those before
were easily forgotten.
Things that I did to you,
hoping I’d get something back.
Seeds that never grew,
so you left me

without strength, without lust, without a reason.
Without faith, without trust, without hope.


What you have done, I’ll never forget
to turn your back on me
in a moment
when I needed you the most

I will rise, get away from the backyards of my life,
wipe off the dust. And I’ll be standing strong

with faith, with lust, without betrayal,
with strength, with trust, without you.

Promises

Danska Leæther strip gjorde på 90-talet synthmusik som inte passerade hjärnan överhuvudtaget. Det skulle väl inte vara så svårt att göra. Promises gjordes i denna anda och spelades in i Button studio. Det blev tungt, argt och korkat. Den gavs ut på samlings-CD:n Inside Out (Electro Sounds Compilation).

I’ve seen you and your lies
and a child that cries.

I saw a shimmering light
and I followed what you said was right.
It’s a cruel invention, an evil intention
to lead us away from the truth.
The proofs I never understand.
On the other hand, I stick my head in the sand.

Nothing in your empty words.
Nothing in your, in your promises.


I have put my trust in you
and the words you said were true.
Easily cheated, but hardly beaten.
I will be back and not forget
[I’ll be back, I’ll be back and get you! I’ll be back for you!]
Your threats will not have effect,
but I suspect your total lack of respect.

In your footsteps follow dirt.
Your only wish: hurt, hurt, hurt!
And you want to oppress for your success
to gain your wealth from the weak.
We seek for the forbidden facts.
It’s an act of war – you against the poor.

Mythomaina

Lars sjöng.

Do you think
you can impress me
with empty words,
shouted out, shouted out loudly?

You just sink.
Just sink unlike
the flying birds,
which still remain, remain proud.

You, you, you used to lie.
I, I, identify
your useless lies again.


Another you,
amazing and new,
not the least true,
but better than, better than the crowd.

C’est dommage

Text av Lena Wickström. Spelades in i Button studio med Lena på sång.

C’est ton amant?
Non, c’est maman.

Je cours au rendez-vous
Ca veut dire quiter tout
Je sais déjà que tu n’es pas là

Quand la temps va vers la fin
je cherche en vain – je ne trouves pas tes mains.
C’est dommage – Je ne fais que ce que je dois
C’est dommage – Je ne sais plus pourquoi
C’est dommage – Qu’on ne se comprend pas
C’est dommage


Tu es frustré
De que j’ai oublié
Tu ne connais pas le circonstances

Je ne cherche pas la liberté
bien fixé a ta coté
Ce que je veux verité
ici, maintenant, tou de suite.